If happiness becomes a thing of the past, can it still be called happiness?
If one has experienced happiness, can it not be called unhappiness?
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"Oh my, are you a roly-poly toy, Little Le Bao?"
The man's smiling voice was naturally filled with affection.
Chang Le opened her eyes groggily and saw Jiu Fang Guizheng, with disheveled hair, bending down to put on her coat.
Before her brain could even process it, her body had already instinctively and swiftly lunged forward, blurting out, "Daddy!"
After she cried out, she suddenly froze.
Her voice was no longer the degenerated hoarseness of someone who hadn't spoken for millions of years, but a tender, clear one, tinged with a sob.
"Oh, you're finally awake?" Jiu Fanggui looked down at the little girl who was hugging his waist, smiled and reached out to rub her little head. "You woke up very early, just in time for morning training."
Chang Le ignored his words and stared blankly at her shrunken, pale, and blood-tinged hand.
This is her as a child?!
A moment of confusion flashed through Chang Le's mind. The loneliness of the starry river seemed to have suddenly faded away and was hard to feel. In its place was an incredibly real and warm embrace in front of him.
She reached out and hugged him tighter. His small body seemed to have an underdeveloped nervous system, and tears streamed down his face.
"Huh?" Jiu Fanggui, who had been laughing just now, suddenly realized that the girl in his arms was crying. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, asking softly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy's here."
Chang Le ignored him, only focusing on hugging him and crying.
Jiu Fanggui felt a chill run down his spine and turned to call for his wife.
Qiqi, who was washing up, came over when she heard the noise. Seeing the little girl crying and trembling, she immediately dropped the towel, rushed over, scooped the little girl into her arms, and gently patted her back to comfort her. While comforting her, she glared at Jiu Fanggui and said in a low voice, "Who told you to tease your daughter? You have no sense of restraint!"
Jiufanggui: Huh?
Chang Le sobbed and called for her mother, which made Qi Qi's heart clench. She patted his back and gently rocked him to comfort him.
It took Chang Le a while to recover and come to her senses—this was the happiness that Yin Tong had brought her.
From, parents.
Chang Le had just regained his composure when his elderly mother, both distressed and amused, asked if he had had a nightmare that had scared him to tears. He could only lower his head and nod.
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Fu Guang, who had tidied up, stood in the doorway.
The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy had his long hair pulled back, with the ends curled into a bright gold. His eyebrows and eyes were naturally sharp and piercing, but softened when he saw the little girl in the room. A neat gray tracksuit encased his well-proportioned and reserved body.
When Chang Le saw him, she froze for three seconds, then looked up and burst into tears.
She started with zero frames, and Fu Guang exclaimed: !!!
Qiqi glared at Fuguang through gritted teeth: I just coaxed him!
Ignoring the glare, Fu Guang rushed forward and pulled the person into his arms, supporting him with one hand and holding him with the other, gently comforting him, "I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here."
The boy's voice, which hadn't yet gone through puberty, was exceptionally clear and melodious, like a refreshing spring, very soothing. Then... the little girl burst into tears.
Qiqi felt both heartache and helplessness, while Jiufanggui felt heartache but couldn't help but want to laugh—how could a nightmare scare you like this?
Fu Guang felt the little girl sobbing against his chest, and his initial helplessness was replaced by panicked worry.
Perhaps because he had lived by reading people's faces, Fu Guang was more perceptive of Chang Le's unusual behavior than the oblivious Qi Qi and the unconventional Jiu Fang Gui.
For example, right now, what kind of terrifying and real nightmare could make a strong and sensible little girl cry so much that she can't care about anything else?
Driven by some intuition he couldn't quite explain, he didn't try to stop her from crying, but instead kept telling her:
"I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay..."
Chang Le didn't know how long this would last, so she didn't let herself keep crying.
She looked up at Fu Guang's youthful face and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
The young boy was stunned for a moment, and his calm, even slightly indifferent expression cracked instantly. The scorching heat and crimson color exploded on his ears and face, one inside and one outside.
"Hehe," Qiqi smiled, "I'm still closer to my brother."
Jiu Fanggui pursed his lips, not daring to speak.
When it comes to family, besides her parents and Fuguang, she has many others.
Looking at Fu Guang's slightly curly hair, Chang Le realized that it was shortly after Fu Guang had undergone her tribulation and was able to transform into a dragon. So, she pulled Fu Guang along and ran to the laboratory to find Luo Xuan.
Fifteen-year-old Luo Xuan was just beginning to grow taller. His overly calm and composed personality, coupled with his detached demeanor and the research lab uniform he was wearing, made him look professional and mature.
Wei Linshu, who was much older than him and served as his deputy, was nervously waiting for Luo Xuan to judge her research report.
Luo Xuan frowned just as the door was pushed open, and a little bundle of joy bumped into him and wrapped around his leg. He was startled and looked down to see a little girl with two buns in her hair looking up at him with a smile: "Brother Luo Xuan!"
He had no choice but to put down the report, bend down and pick her up. The little girl immediately snuggled against his shoulder like a kitten.
Luo Xuan doesn't particularly like getting too close to people, but he was exceptionally tolerant of this pure, innocent, and radiant little girl.
No one would refuse the sun when it's just the right amount of warm.
Chang Le nestled on Luo Xuan's shoulder, greedily savoring the familiar scent.
Their presence has been gone for far, far too long.
With time running out, Xiao Changle, like a special forces soldier on a field trip, rushed off to the mountains again to scout out the location.
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